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“Are you okay like this? Do you want to change positions?”

I took the time to consider his question genuinely. Some positions would feel more intense, but what I wanted was to see my lover, to see this incredible man whom I only had for a little more time. I wanted to see him fall apart while he was inside of me. “Like this. I want to stay like this.”

He moved between my thighs, and stroked his cock slowly before he slotted against me. Rarely did I have penetrative sex, because it was too intimate to share with a hookup. West was someone I cared about and wanted to share myself with completely. His eyes were on mine, dark with desire as he started to breach me. Usually, I anticipated the burn or possible pain, but with him, all my thoughts were on how much I wanted to be with him in this way. I was so gone for him.

As he started to slip past the tight muscle, I felt my body open for him, his crown fully inside, my body wrapped around him. He moved slowly, as I relaxed, and each inch overwhelmed me in the best way. It felt exquisite to have his thick, cock inside me, and when he bottomed out a tear slipped down my cheek.

“Baby? Are you okay?”

“Perfect. You feel perfect.” This thing between us couldn’t end. In that moment, I decided I had to fight for our future, no matter what, because this feeling was what I had always wanted. He leaned in and kissed me, his tongue dove into my mouth, his erection solid inside me, and it made me feel full. “Now, please move before I die.”

His mouth returned to mine as he rolled his hips, the movement rubbing against my prostate. “You like that? Feel good?” This man buried inside me was going to make me crazy by going slow and he damn well knew what he was doing.

“West you need to fuck me.”

He looked down at me and had the nerve to raise an eyebrow at me, like he was questioning my logic. My entire body was on fire, my ass ached in the best way, and my cock was steel hard. The teasing he did while we were having sex made my heart open up. My feelings were so complex and confusing. “I’ll fuck you. Soon.” Then he rolled his hips again and started to move. His cock slid out slowly then he pushed back it felt amazing as his length rubbed along the sensitive nerves.

“FUCK!! West.” He chuckled. Then he slid back and pulled me hard against him, my knees at my chest, then he started to push into me hard. Each time he thrust his body, it met mine hard, and sparks splintered through me. I had never experienced anything like this before—it was life-altering.

“God, Baby, you feel incredible. So tight. Squeezing me hard. So good.”

His pace picked up, becoming something punishing, which made me needy and desperate. The orgasm he chased made all of the nerves in my body light up. “Yes. Please, yes. Can’t. Soon, West.”

I didn’t even need to touch my cock, my balls were tight and ached. The feeling that built was intense, and I looked at West, his eyes on me. There was so much emotion there, and it waseverything to me. There was a current that ran through my body as my release swept over me. All I could do was call out West’s name as he buried himself deeply and his cock throbbed inside me as his climax overtook him. I’d never come without being touched, and that was the most intense orgasm of my life.

West put his elbows on either side of my head, our foreheads together.

“Jesus.” He muttered against my lips.

“Yeah.”

We stayed there for a few minutes, finally we lay next to each other as we recovered from what we had just done.

I watched as he went into the bathroom, returned with a wash cloth, and wiped me off. It was such a loving gesture, making me feel cared for.

When he got back in bed, he was smiling. He pulled me up against his side. “That was amazing. Thank you.” He kissed the side of my head.

“Mmmm. Amazing.” My eyelids were already heavy, and my body was completely boneless. That was beyond what I had even fantasized about. I didn’t even know that was possible, but here we were.

Chapter seventeen

TYLER

Waking up wrapped around West was the calm and comfort I needed to reevaluate the situation. I knew what I had overheard, but what we had done the night before was not the actions of someone who didn’t have feelings, so obviously it was something about me driving him off. It was easy for me to decide to change myself to have West.

After I kissed him gently, I got out of bed and motioned to Earl to join me. Now I needed to prove my worth. I started breakfast since both of us had Sunday off, there was no reason not to have a huge breakfast. Then maybe I could take him back to bed. If I did everything perfectly, there would be no reason for him to let me go.

In the fridge, I pulled out the syrup, which I would warm for the waffles I would make. When I turned back around, Earl looked up at me, his face covered in waffle batter.

The little dragon attempted to look innocent, which made me laugh. “Earl. I don’t think raw waffles are good for you. When your stomach hurts, don’t complain to me.”

Using a dish towel, I cleaned off his face and attempted to shoo him away from where I cooked, but often, controlling a dragon was a battle you couldn’t win. Earl got the first waffle with butter and maple syrup. I started to pace around my kitchen when everything was staged for breakfast.

“Should I wake him up?” I asked Earl. Larry started to meow even though he knew he wouldn’t get canned food until dinner time—I would swear he was trying to wake up West. What if he didn’t like that? I resumed my pacing, unsure of what to do. On one of my laps, I saw West coming down the hall wearing pajamas that showed his V-line, and I gasped.

“Fuck West you are hot.” I couldn’t help myself if I hadn’t said the words; I would have imploded on the spot. Nobody should look that good, and I knew I stared at him like he was something to eat. Using my best flirty look, I smiled and pulled out a chair. “I made you breakfast. Why don’t you sit down?”

He did as I asked, and Earl stood on the table next to him while I poured him orange juice and coffee. Immediately, Earl stuck his nose in the orange juice glass, helping himself to the citrus treat. It made West laugh, so I didn’t say anything, then I briefly considered putting a cloth napkin on his lap, but decided that might have been too much. I watched as West wiped off Earl’s face, so he didn’t drip the juice all over the table.

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